I put my arms around you only to find myself falling further into this land of confusion
Until I lay crumble at your feet like a broken porcelain doll--
my limbs stretched out awkwardly as if I were still reaching for you.
With the hands of an artisan, you carefully put me back together
and return me to this ledge of insecurity.
Lost and forgotten I slowly began to fade away, awaiting your return.
But like a daisy in December, you were merely a dream...
A passing moment of hope waltzing gracefully through my mind's eye.
Please tell me what you think
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Until I lay crumble at your feet like a broken porcelain doll--
my limbs stretched out awkwardly as if I were still reaching for you.
It makes me think of feelings of not being in control of the world, but someone elses puppet. And in this case, they dont even know what they are doing to you.
You are so great with metaphor! I can only hope that with practice my writing will grow to something more like yours.
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I think your writing is much better then mine. I always enjoy reading what you have to say. The two lines you selected are my favorite as well. I just might have to write a new poem using a puppet metaphor now (Thanks for the inspiration). Hopefully I'll have something new for ya'll to read soon. As always thank you for your encouraging words. Take care.
Kia kaha,
Rox
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Patchwork Quilting relates to someone doing creative things while alone with their thoughts. You fired my thoughts by mentioning porcelain dolls, that’s the other activity that draws the same image from me. Scrap booking is probably the popular metaphor. (Oh what a web we weave - was in there somewhere.) – What would I know? --- You’re the skilled tradesperson here.
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we seem to be going through similar things at this time.. Someone told me, when we try to change things within us, we always loop back towards our baseline darkness, but its not back at the starting point.. After ten steps, we trace back 8 and forever grow those two steps and so on as long as we continue.. At my end, I'm having a tough time letting go of this person I like (u know who..) so I can move on in life.. otherwise the insecurity will probably destroy a lot of things within me I feel.. I just hope there is a tomorrow with an 'us' in it too.. but till then I just hope to not 'need' him or anyone...
Wishing you a nice warm road of hope too
The poem is very communicative and clear.. Keep writing~
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Yes it does seem like we are fighting the same battle right now. I hope I can move on soon. I feel like I have been dragging my feet for a very long time though. Im glad Im not alone in this journey. Thanks for your words they mean alot to me
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Love~
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